My lagoon water therapy has begun in earnest, and I am like a yacht under full sail with a broken rudder. The arms are going, but the right leg lags behind. I manage a short stand-up paddle session and a waddle up the beach to Colin and Linda’s. Slowly, slowly. It is heaven to sleep with a sheet rather than be trapped under the layers of a doona and blanket, trying to keep my beanie, pillows and hot water bottle in order.
I am amazed at how quickly patterns change, when on my first visit to our toilet I reach for the flush button! I put the first banana skin in the bin rather than tossing it out to the goats, and after only two weeks of a living with a well stocked fridge, I am at a loss to create something out of cabbage, tomato and cucumber.
Tom is thrilled with the three kilos of dates I brought back, and I have to ration the Lindt 75% dark chocolate one square at a time.